As I strut down the steep hill on the side of the road with the gravity pulling me closer and closer to her, I feel fluttering butterflies in the depths of my torso begin to arise. Tonight was the night. It was my chance to finally talk to the beautiful spirit I’ve been admiring for the past few weeks. I remember the first time I saw her. She would glide so effortlessly across the tennis court. She reminded me of a fairy; so delicate, so precious. My full attention is locked onto watching her every move. It made me feel like I was watching a famous movie star and I was the “fangirl”. I have never felt this way before. What is this feeling? Is this love? What am I talking about, I’ve talked to the girl once it can’t be love. But there’s just that one thing about her. The way her light brown hair falls perfectly over her shoulders. The way her hazel eyes sparkle in the summer sun. Or is it the way her pearly white smile sends goosebumps spreading over my skin like some kind of virus? You know what, maybe it is love. This is the initial feeling of what it is like to fall in love. Just the way she exists makes me feel so appreciative of her.

What a beautiful night it is. The sunset filling the sky in a paint pallet of colors brings a sense of comfort to myself. The sound of the crickets chirping and the bugs buzzing keeps me calm as I make my way towards what could be the future for me and her. Oh god, there she is. Look at her. She’s beautiful. She looks so elegant stepping her way out of the life filled trees like a delicate newly born doe exploring its new world. I wonder if she notices that I’m staring at her in awe. Just in case she does I should look away to prevent her from being scared away. Before I could take the time to turn my head back into the direction of her, I find myself stepping down onto the gravel road. I’m so close to her I feel as if I am in the presence of royalty. All I could think about was how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have given this chance.

I next hear myself say “Hi.” I wanted to tell her that she looks amazing but I decide not to since this is the first time we are actually hanging out together. Oh jeez there’s that smile.

“Hi, Ian.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “I feel so stupid I should’ve brought the golf cart that we could ride in.” I hear her say.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind walking.”

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Wherever the road takes us I guess.”
We make our way back up the winding road while I ponder on what to say to her. Everything seems to be going smoothly for I am doing most of the talking since I talk a lot more than I usually do when I’m nervous. But hey, that’s probably better than not talking at all. Since I am talking so much I feel like I’m talking too much about myself so I start asking questions about her, like what kind of sports she plays and what kind of things she’s interested in. Her voice slides out of her mouth oh so effortlessly like the voice of an angel. Everything about her is perfect. Even the way her body sways as she glides right beside me is picture perfect.

We end up walking to her house the long way, all 3 miles around the neighborhood, to go get her golf cart. It didn’t seem that long because of the way we clicked so easily. The way we connected so quickly made me thank myself over and over for not chickening out of talking to this girl. This night has taught me a valuable lesson. Always follow what your heart says and never look back. I have never felt so close to someone within the first couple hours of meeting. I am a new man. I believe now in fate. We were meant to be in each other’s lives. She helped me figure out who I am and what makes me happy. It’s almost as if we were made for each other…